Stuart Weir was the wildest football fan I ever accompanied to a match, save for his sons, Dominic and Seth, whose ankle-length Spurs scarves excited the police alsatians.
But I recall him also as a protector of younger women at annual conferences of the Child Poverty Action Group.
When we were at York, John Veit Wilson, Stuart and I were asked to escort home a newcomer, Liz Bissett. At CPAG’s next meeting, I learned that Stuart and Liz were on their way to marriage and a family.